But He's So Handsome

Jingzhe was a eunuch. Well, a fake eunuch.

That was a secret.

An even more troublesome secret was that he had gotten involved with a palace guard.

The guard was beautiful, and had a fiery temper.

Of course, there was a reason they got involved.

Jingzhe had terrible luck and was cursed by a strange System that gave him a string of tasks he couldn't possibly complete.

Even worse, failing a task came with a punishment!

Even, even worse, the first time he failed, there was another unlucky guy caught up in it with him!

But... the unlucky guy was rather handsome.

Unfortunately, he had a bad temper.

A really, really bad one.

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Jingzhe had no idea whether he'd lost his mind or come down with something. How had he managed to get himself into this kind of trouble?

Maybe it was because the guy was good-looking.

And exceptionally beautiful.

When Jingzhe was dragged out of the Cold Palace and forced to kneel on the ground, his clothes were stained red by the blood soaking into the floor. Someone walked over through the sticky, thick blood and pulled him up. As Jingzhe raised his head to look at the person's face...

The emperor, whose face was exactly the same as that beautiful guard's, stared at him without expression.

A bloodstained hand stroked his cheek. "What are you afraid of?"

He sniffed Jingzhe's neck, his cold, damp breath making Jingzhe shudder.

"Don't you like Me?"

Jingzhe regretted it. If only he'd known, if only he'd known, he would have...

Friend: "You wouldn't have messed around?"

Jingzhe: "...But he's beautiful!"

Friend: "You're hopeless."

[Before You Read]

They're both inexperienced.

The top is insane and has no limits.

Old-school flavor. If you don't like the story, don't force yourself to read it. Please stop in time.

(You can call the author a pervert, but please don't make personal attacks. Bow.)

New upcoming book: After Failing to Stay Away from the Original Plot.

01

The day Yang Yan learned he was the protagonist's love interest in a melodramatic novel, he had already taken his first step into the story's opening setting: Hantan Academy.

Hantan Academy was the school every scholar of every dynasty dreamed of attending. Its students were all rich or noble, except Yang Yan, who got in because his legitimate elder brother had gone crazy.

Now Yang Yan knew why this windfall had landed in his lap.

Fortunately, the plot had only just begun.

He still had plenty of time to avoid it.

After all, just looking at the original plot made him feel faint... The other protagonist, the top, was a deranged villain who did every kind of evil.

Nalan Jin, the protagonist top. The youngest brother of the current emperor, sent by the emperor to Hantan Academy to temper his temperament. Instead, everyone there became his playthings.

As the protagonist's love interest, Yang Yan would be the toy he was most reluctant to put down.

Yang Yan: I can't afford to provoke him, so I'll just stay out of his way.

02

Nalan Jin had known since childhood that this world was no more than the world of a book, and that he was the book's protagonist.

After all, so many people had tried to kill him as he grew up that his imperial elder brother had finally had enough and sent him to Hantan Academy.

Those people who called themselves transmigrators were disgusting and cowardly, and easy to destroy. They offered little amusement. Nalan Jin had grown tired of killing them, until one day a transmigrator couldn't take his torment anymore and revealed a tremendous secret.

This book had two protagonists.

Besides Nalan Jin, there was another protagonist, someone who was supposed to be entangled with him until they died.

Heh, interesting.

Nalan Jin revealed a malicious, cruel smile.

So there was a treasure like that, too?

But how had someone so interesting never appeared even once during the years leading up to the start of the plot?

03

Yang Yan had thought through every possibility, but never imagined that besides the terrifying fact that the world was a novel, there were also terrifying people who had transmigrated into a book.

When Nalan Jin found him, Yang Yan had only a few big words in his mind: I'm! So! Dead!

Nalan Jin singled him out to be his study companion.

Although the protagonist top in the book was terrifying, this person wasn't quite so outrageous in front of Yang Yan. He had an awful personality, but...

At times, he was even a little cute.

But it turned out that one moment of carelessness could cost him his life.

When Yang Yan watched the transmigrators die one by one before his eyes, his face turned deathly pale.

Nalan Jin tilted his head in confusion, cupped his face, and said with a smile, "Darling, shouldn't you be standing by my side?"

After all, you and I are the only ones of our kind in this world.

04

It was winter when Yang Yan faked his death and ran away.

It was freezing.

He lay quietly in his coffin, listening to that person rage and fly into a fury, and yet he was soon overjoyed.

At last, he was about to be free.

After he was buried, after he managed to escape by every means necessary, after Yang Yan finally settled down and started a new life...

That experience still gave him nightmares night after night, leaving him soaked in sweat when he woke.

With help from a friend, he hid in a small town, bought a place to live, and got a few mu of farmland.

As he recovered and rebuilt his life, he slowly left that fear behind.

Then one day, Yang Yan was in the fields pulling weeds for a change. He became dizzy, and a pair of hands reached over to steady him.

Suddenly, a fear he hadn't felt in a long time took over his heart, making it pound wildly.

No.

The black spots before Yang Yan's eyes slowly, slowly faded.

It couldn't be!

He gradually made out the person before him, and at the same time heard his voice.

"Yang Yan."

Just two words.

All the blood in Yang Yan's body seemed to freeze.

Nalan Jin, the source of all his nightmares, was standing right in front of him. The devil slowly smiled at him, a frenzied, excited expression spreading across his pale face as he whispered like a ghost.

"I've found you."

His treasure.

Note: The title and blurb may change. Melodramatic, coercive love; domineering pursuit and taking by force, very tacky!

New upcoming book: Which Emperor Did You Drop?

Is it this big one, or the little one?

01

Chang Ling was cursed.

The curse was called flower-spitting disease, and supposedly it was caused by unrequited love.

That was a disaster, because the person Chang Ling liked was the one person he absolutely must not like: the emperor himself. To save his own life, he had no choice but to obey the System that suddenly appeared and suffer through its missions.

02

One day, on his way home after work, Chang Ling encountered a bold, reckless youth named Mu Shan Chi. The boy's face bore a striking resemblance to the emperor's, and, on impulse, Chang Ling protected him.

The youth had a temper that could be as fierce as fire one moment and as wild as a storm the next.

"You like him?" At dusk that day, the sixteen- or seventeen-year-old boy saw through Chang Ling's feelings and laughed wildly from atop a wall. "Then how about I help you?"

He jumped down from the wall and grabbed Chang Ling by the collar.

"In return, you can't run away from me anymore."

Chang Ling shook his head, but Mu Shan Chi didn't listen.

Worse still, from that day on, the emperor, who had always been distant and cold, really did begin to show Chang Ling some concern.

As it turned out, the boy had an extraordinary background. He was a member of the imperial family, too.

Chang Ling brought wine to see the boy, hoping to persuade him to stop doing this. But the boy just grinned and asked, "Where's my thank-you gift?"

Wine?

He said that wasn't nearly enough.

He wanted more!

03

The problem of spitting up flowers anytime, anywhere brought a great deal of trouble. Not only did Chang Ling become a sickly beauty in everyone's eyes, he also had to deal with Mu Shan Chi's bizarre whims.

With Mu Shan Chi's "help," Chang Ling's peaceful life became a complete mess. Though he looked like the emperor, Mu Shan Chi had a completely different personality: reckless, arrogant, and flippant, like a blade with its edge fully exposed.

And His Majesty?

He must be like a boulder, Chang Ling thought: hard as iron and cold as ice, a boulder no one could move.

Only then did Chang Ling realize that he had been comparing Mu Shan Chi to His Majesty, and that the petals he coughed up had been changing strangely, gradually taking on Mu Shan Chi's color.

04

Chang Ling was relaxed and at ease around Mu Shan Chi. When he laughed, he was like a clear, bright moon.

Gong Cheng Qian had seen his relaxed, natural side and his easy, friendly manner. Now, watching Chang Ling kneeling humbly before him, Gong Cheng Qian had a malicious thought.

How could he?

How could that adoring, obedient gaze fall only on Mu Shan Chi?

Gong Cheng Qian pinched Chang Ling's chin and spoke softly, "Do you like me?"

Meeting Chang Ling's startled gaze, as though his every thought hung on each word Gong Cheng Qian said, he smiled with satisfaction.

Gong Cheng Qian lowered his head and breathed in the increasingly strong floral scent on Chang Ling.

"Shh... I don't mind."

Don't play favorites.

Even if you meet the younger version of me, I should still be the one you like more.

[The title and blurb are tentative]

Theme: Face difficulties with a positive attitude and save yourself from danger amid layers of peril!